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Saturday, 21 June 2008

  • "Have you even been in love? Horrible, isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...

    You give them a piece of you. They don't ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like "maybe we should just be friends" or "how very perceptive" turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love."

    --Rose Walker

Saturday, 07 June 2008

  • Walking the Earth in a fervent haze; my days a leaf upon a stream. Secrets lie in the trees, I say and we the stackers, the order obsessed, we try to make dams. Those whom strive are damned. But don't you want to achieve? she asks, don't you have goals? And I ruminated on this for a moment until a squirrel all bushy-tailed and prettily hectic dashed from tree to tree, his tiny claws grasping the secrets and I felt the wind as it used the rustle of leaves as lips, with the light dripping through so prettily, and hectically my mind dashed back from the trees and it's claws grasped the secrets. Well, yea, of course, I whispered in a rustle of my guarded lips. Just then a leaf slipped through a dam.

     

    --thought it was time to write again :)

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Saturday, 08 July 2006

  • pic taken by senor Greco as we were eating dinner -- and in case you were wondering Banos means bathrooms

    Sorry I´ve been away; away and gone, gone and lost, lost and found far away and found again, again and once more somewhere else and who else should know what I know, now I know that no one else will ever know...so, once more, once again, once away and gone I´ll try to let you know what I know, away, gone, lost, somewhere where being found is far damn far away

    Costa Rica...I'm in a tropical paradise surfing for a month or two...this
    place sings of shirtless heat and reggae beats with caballero's on quads
    zooming by yelling, ''mary wanna? pura vida!"...dirt roads, poisonous dart frogs,
    spiders, snakes, and waves making wakes that shake the ground on dark sand
    beaches...today I spent floating down narrow pathway currents into
    estuaries past tabletop looking trees, leaning, stretching over the
    waterways...all green, all glowing, all verdant and fecund, all a lovely flowing and flowering of
    colors which only tropical environs can give...yesterday howler monkeys
    were hollering from the trees at my tiny pothole hopping taxi, and
    afterward, near noches, I smoked on the beach some green that made my head
    howl and was serenaded by a band of dark musicians, strumming their songs
    on beat old guitaras, whilst I sipped my local cervesa...Beautiful! Lovely!
    Holy land of the Hispanic! I'm a gringo growing into the dirt
    roads...everything is cheap and priceless! We bounce in the car with trampoline asses and laugh at the jungle like hyenas...yesterday I caught the wave of my life, towering ten foot water wall, on my body board with flipper feet and whoosh the sea spray on my face...riding brine in love as the palm tree shore turns the curl emerald...down the slide, my hand gripping the outside rail and a turn sends me topside, flipping off the lip and back down racing full speed with thunder growling at my feet...don´t look back, the crash is over a story tall and all you can think is fly...alive and playful and mad is the sea; I´ve been battered by Neptune blue a few times but the once he lets you fly, Aw the fucker is a God! We´ve turned our tongues spanish; there is no other song here...how fun to tongue tie your mind, to let go, to let the world speak to you in foreign languages, to let your narrator go over the falls and wipeout ground up in coral, to let Gods exist, to be free to be free, ah ha--is there a better sound to pass your lips than laughter, laughter from the core of the earth? listen to it crash into your ears! ah hahahahaha!

    i´m sorry i cannot write more, there is so much more, infinitely more, always more more more...but i must away and be gone, lost and gone, lost and found, again and again, and somewhere else, maybe i´ll give you more, but...it´s mine! the world is mine! the east and the west, the north and the south are mine! whitman´s my companero, i find his beard hair in my arroz con pollo, the dirty rambling madman out the mouth...I am here...I am alive...I am gone...won´t you come travel with me...hehehe

Tuesday, 07 February 2006

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